Splat* You walk out into your drive way and find a green car with beige leather upholstery! And its real. Too bad its a rust covered Trabant with flat tires, broken windshields and with its engine missing.

*Kræsj*! You are now FAMOUS! People arent exactly sure why... but who cares!? Youre famous! Hordes of crazy fans and paparazzis stalk you night and day, the media wants interviews all the time, and your telephone wont shut up with the callling. You have to barricade yourself down in the basement to avoid being trampeled by crazy fans....

I wish that a super cool and safe underground lair with a connection to a giant laser in orbit around earth. With that, i could terrorize the greatest nations of the earth and force them to do my bidding!